Khin Hnin Yu - My dear friend

My dear,

It wouldn't be wrong to say that our people are Sakyans, and our people are also very beautiful.

Both the older brothers and the younger brothers wanted to take the niece and aunt. When the male and female clans kept exchanging, our clans would sometimes double or triple the number of children.

I myself don't even bother to classify species. When I come to this community and call it a species, I'm thrown out. I don't even bother to check the quality of the zigzag river.

It's hard to fight, but I'm a man, but I'm also a good uncle. I'm also a good brother. I've never been confused with relatives. Relatives are strong and good, and they talk a lot. I don't like or dislike complicated things, and I don't understand them clearly.

If any of my relatives start talking and have trouble, don't come to me. If they do, they will become even more angry.

Now, if I ask Ko Ko Maung what he is, he only knows that he is my brother. He doesn't know how he is related or what his second cousin is.

Ko Ko Mong's mother was the oldest and wealthiest among the relatives. She was also the most influential person among the relatives, and everyone called her "Mother".

My mother and my family died in the fire. Now, at her direction, a small group of us, scattered throughout the delta region, have moved to Yangon.

Now that you're all together and related, the problems are getting worse.

"Who told whom what?"

"Who will marry who and what will they say again? It's because of my mother that they are so busy arguing."

Even the matter of a girl from the tribe marrying a man has not been resolved peacefully.

My mother called her "Ice Queen." She was so beautiful, she was so still and motionless in the water, that's why my mother called her "Ice Queen."

Today, the family is also celebrating. The reason for the celebration is that Ko Ko Maung is returning from America, and all the uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers, sisters, Bushukru, and the elderly are preparing to welcome him.

My mother is not a tyrant, she is a retired king, owns a lot of land, and is still brave enough to run two rice mills in Yangon. She has also started mining in Dawei.

Even though the initial difficulties were caused by the insurgents, the honest farmers who had earned a fair income from the machine continued to give her rice as before. She was the luckiest of the landowners.

My mother is a skilled person in both business and social relations.

So when the king died, he became a hunter, a rich man, and a family of relatives.

My mother always takes care of her son Ko Ko Maung. His name is Ko Tin Maung. But he calls him Ko Ko Maung. That's why the whole family calls him Ko Ko Maung.

Ko Ko Maung has an MA degree and is studying journalism in America.

"Daughter.. aren't you going to pick up Ko Ko Maung?" My mother wanted me to pick him up.

"I don't want to meet you... Mom... The people there will be confused,

And I don't know where to start..."

"Okay... So, in that case, I'll go home in the evening and say goodbye. He loves my daughter very much."

I don't believe Ko Ko Maung's words of love. I haven't seen Ko Ko Maung since I'm old enough to know him. When we were young, we lived in different cities. Now that I've moved to Yangon, he's probably going abroad.

But anyway, there is still a duty, isn't there? Anyway, as relatives have a duty, in the evening they have to go and say goodbye to Ko Ko Maung.

If the elders in the family break their duties, the younger ones find it difficult to speak up. There is one way to support the virtues and virtues, and another way to be afraid that the younger ones will be thought of as teachers, and it is quite difficult to speak up. If the younger ones break their duties, ...

"You are the youngest, why don't you go and see them? They didn't come, you have to go, that's your duty," he was afraid of the mouths of his relatives who would shout at him like he was a big brother.

I have a bad spirit that doesn't want to go to family reunions. What really makes me not want to go is the way they act when they meet. If I listen to a certain kind of talk for too long, I can't sit still. My mother would always say "ice" and then I would start to choke.

Once, at a festival to honor the nine gods of our clan, the king of our clan, Daw Ma Ma, was the most eloquent.

He was the most dutiful of the family, one who supported even the poorest of his relatives, and he spoke while holding a cigarette in his hand. He looked up at his mother...

“I’m still kicking, Daw Nyein Khin, when you get to the top of the hill,

"My uncle is very tired because the fields are infested with insects. Please help Daw Nyein Khin," he said, raising his voice as if he were urging his relatives to do good.

I know that my uncle is a very poor person in our family.

I also know how much I have received from my aunt.

"Here, big... when big brother came, how big did he kick you..."

My mother knew I was getting close, she gave me a sideways glance, and a group of relatives stared at me.